To the man named Logan... [Private Frequency]

[Devigor]

*Nick, finally finished hunting and clearing his current safe house of any more intruding walkers, had just come back into the room when he heard voices on the radio, and as he listened, he remembered one of those voices from before the infection ever started. With the radio static generously absent, for now, he once again clicks the talk button*

"Logan, was that you that exploded? I mean, obviously you're Logan, but... Are you LOGAN, like... Dammit, how do I spit this out... College! Dungeons and dragons? I know I'm crazy but if you're not who I think you are then I've dropped a few more marbles than I thought! ... *radio whistling interrupts the beginning of the next sentence* ... still barely sleep? And how the fuck did you end up here?!"

*he waits and after a few seconds remembers to click off the talk button, then waits for the answers to his questions*

[Combat Logo]

*Logan sits in his chair, listening to the man talk about him. He rubs his head, thinking about before everything happened. He was in college before this all happened, and he did play Dungeons and Dragons with some dorm mates while he was there, but how did this guy know... Suddenly, it clicks, and Logan's eyes widen. He grabs his radio and presses down on talk button.*

"Nick?... Nick, is that you? I should have fucking known it was you! Who else would still be holding onto there Magic cards a year into the infection... The fucking dungeon master is in Russia." *Burst out laughing, it takes a minute for him to compose himself* "I think the better question is how the fuck did you end up in Russia..."

*Logan lets go of the button and puts the radio down. There was a lot to catch up on now.*

[Devigor]

*Logan sits in his chair, listening to the man talk about him. He rubs his head, thinking about before everything happened. He was in college before this all happened, and he did play Dungeons and Dragons with some dorm mates while he was there, but how did this guy know... Suddenly, it clicks, and Logan's eyes widen. He grabs his radio and presses down on talk button.*

"Nick?... Nick, is that you? I should have fucking known it was you! Who else would still be holding onto there Magic cards a year into the infection... The fucking dungeon master is in Russia." *Burst out laughing, it takes a minute for him to compose himself* "I think the better question is how the fuck did you end up in Russia..."

*Logan lets go of the button and puts the radio down. There was a lot to catch up on now.*

"Damn right, it's me! So you know how me and the wifey were wanting to travel? We got a few friends, and went to Japan! After that we got stuck in an airport in Russia and decided to have the longest road trip of our lives, which ended up with us hiding from authorities as shit started tackling the fan. After the walkers came up here, we just hid out in safe houses w've been stocking up and fortifying. We were moving to the next one when I decoyed for them so they could get there safe, and I got a horde to follow me. So here I am... It sounds like you have had some serious trouble, yourself... Sorry that you have had to deal with that sort. Any advice for me to avoid those situations? It'll take months to get to you the way I'm going, since I'm planning on staying at this place until I absolutely have to leave, but if you haven't caught that bastard by then I'll help you rip him in half from his jaw downward. Or we could just make him drink brake fluid and chlorine. Anyway, besides the dark stuff, how've you been? Any good things happening down there?"

*the good connection mocks him as he tries to think of more worthwhile things to say before he gets another wave of static*